Notes: tucked away at the very far end of Brick Lane, you get to this little French bistro only after a never ending parade through the most famous Bangladeshi restaurant-lined street in the country. Step in and in no time you’ll forget the scent of curry: from the garlic and parsley flavoured nails to the bizarre-without-being-kitsch décor, via the generous cheese platter everything “smells” French here.

Even the red wine, shocking coming from an Italian I know, is actually pretty good.